Went back to Berkeley for Thanksgiving (evidenced by sky 60, pictured above, which was a moment where the sun broke through the fog, and pictures 58, 59 and 61 in the instagram series). My mom (yes, “my mom,” not just “mom”–if I haven’t mentioned it before, that’s one of my pet peeves. For brief reference …
Some of you who have been a show of mine recently may know about the other series I’ve got going. There’s “100 Skies,” sure. But there’s also the less known (as it’s just for an audience of 2) “Song of the Week.” 100 Skies, of course, is a sky a day for 100 days. Above …
I’ve never been one to cross off days on a calendar. You see that sort of thing a lot behind counters at the Jiffy Lube, for example, or maybe above the desk of a public-school secretary, at the DMV for sure, perhaps at a travel agency (when such things still existed). It’s an odd concept. …
When we were in Corsica, Sarah and I did an amazing hike up to an old crumbling watchtower over the Mediterranean. It was steep and hot and super exposed to the sun and wind. And when we got to the top of the tower, we leaned out over a sheer drop of a few hundred …
Winter came this weekend. When we woke up yesterday there was a different glow coming through the blinds. Snow. Okay, just an inch. But that still counts. That’s still snow. (And yep, that’s snow in ‘dem hills above.) Noah and I were the only ones up, so I took him over to the big bay …
When Ohio went blue, and the election was called, I went into Jackson’s room and woke him up. “Hey buddy,” I whispered. “Buddy, Obama won. He won!” Jackson rarely wakes up when I come in late and kiss him goodnight, but last night he rolled over, opened his eyes and smiled so sweetly that I …